Craig Hooper
Craig Hooper
Craig Hooper
Craig Hooper
Craig Hooper
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January 1, 2025

I woke up today feeling the need to write this down. I don’t know exactly why, but something inside me says I’ll need this reminder someday.

Maybe it’s a letter to myself. But really, it’s for her.

Everything is changing fast. My life doesn’t look like it did not so long ago. Relationships are shifting, taking new shapes. I’ve learned that some things can’t be controlled, no matter how hard I try. Fighting it only brings frustration and pain. I can’t control everything—I can only control myself and my actions, most of the time. I’ve made peace with that.

But I know one thing for sure: I have to be here for her. She’s the most precious gift I’ve ever received. I know I haven’t always been the father she needed, and that’s hard to admit.

This won’t last forever. Just like everything else, this too will change. One day, her childhood will be nothing more than the photos and videos I’ve taken. Memories that feel like they slipped away too soon.